the door swung open and in ran two of my ucla-clad, antsy roommates. i was on the phone. but as they jumped up and down, grinning and staring at me, it became increasingly apparent that i needed to hang up.
"guess what we found out!"
"maybe she knows-"
"-she doesn't know. she would have told us if she-"
"-but maybe she forgot."
they sat down on either side of me. they had news. BIG news. and it had to be shared. this meant one thing and only one thing: it was milkshake time. fifteen minutes later, we piled into the plastic-apholstered booth and hid behind three giant menus. three giant milkshakes were ordered and one giant plate of fries was on its way. we didn't wait long.
armed with junk food, the stories began to spill. old news, new news, it didn't matter. the three of us lounged sitcom-style, laughing and downing an unbeatable combination of grease, salt, and ice cream at midnight on a weekday. the gossip that brought us there is not what is important. we found time in our crazy lives to just be with each other, something we all tend to put on the backburner too often. we bonded. again. we consumed way too many calories. we plan on going to the gym today. oh, and we all decided to name our middle child aidan.
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..and Aidan is your youngest brother's middle name!
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